Verse"
Take it from me now, make your money how make your money now.
Ain't it funny how basic dummies can't wait to run me down?
But is it 'cause of them that I don't have shit?
I still don't have shit, 'cept me, myself, and this casket, nigga

Never know my story 'til Im dead & gone. Shit that I'm already on, watch 'em try to stake claim.
I just wanna make fetti on fetti on fetti til the day I gotta break change
You know when you plan to be living out a fantasy, don't nobody help you
Cause they never felt you. I just tell 'em keep your muhfuckin opinion to yourself, dude.
Nobody gave a fuck & now you got your hand out, looking for a hand-out, looking for some damn clout.
You gon' be waitin for a while, gon' & camp out. A nigga tryna branch out, no damn doubt
Not a politician cause I hate to run. Don't fuck wit' me boy I ain't the one
Grandfather style, you know I ain't the son. & yo ass whooping has just begun.
C'mon

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It ain't like I can take it with me when I die
I just want something to call my own
I don't get off on this & she gon' wonder why
Born alone, born alone
die alone.

Verse
Make your money how you make your money cause they gon' run they mouth
Aint it funny? They gon' take it from me or maybe gun me down.
But is it cause of "them" that I don't have shit?
Like I ever had shit. It's just me myself & this casket.

I'm a serial killer to your stereo, drinkin' imperial stouts out a sippy cup.
I know you seen me in the video. True. I've been clearly over everybody hittin' me up.
You better leave me alone. When you beep-beep the phone, better talk about the cash flow
Or Imma delete yo ass out the contacts. Anyway, now who's the asshole?
I ain't a "Classic Man" or a plastic man or a passive man. Get yo ass kicked man
Make a nigga run as fast as he can. Fuck around & get him thrown in the back of the van, aye!
You could get disconnected for free. Give a damn what you were expecting from me.
Keep it in mind when you step to the beat. When I'm dead you get a second to breathe.

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